Channeling Collective Emotions

In December 2015, at Christmas time, I understood a little more how the mood of the general public, the collective,  can affect an empath. My best friend Kristie is also an empath. She is afflicted with Sarcoidosis, which is ultimately a terminal illness. She had written up a bucket list of things to experience before her final day.
On that list was an entry she let me share with her. She wanted to see the holiday train that ran through the area near Christmas time every year. The rail cars are lit and decorated. At each stop there’s a concert with entertainers in an open box car. She asked me if I wanted to see it with her. Of course I did!
As much as I loved it, I don’t think I want to do it again. It was fun and lively. The entertainers were great. But the crowd, for me, was overwhelming. Before the arrival time their collective anticipation was heavy. Children and adults alike were filled with happy expectation. As the entertainment car arrived the excitement and joy of the people in attendance soared. I felt my heart swell and explode with so much happiness. I burst into tears. Kristie did too.
I caught her eye and we smiled to see the tears rolling down each other’s cheeks.
“Do you feel that?” she asked. I could only nod to answer her. We were feeling all the happiness and excitement of all the people in attendance. It was staggering.
Because of the overwhelming emotions it was difficult to truly enjoy and appreciate the show. I watched the people watching the show. I saw the joy and pleasure on the face of the little boy on his mother’s shoulders. The love on the mother’s face watching her daughter trying to sing along to a song she had never heard before. A couple of children about 5 years old dancing along with the entertainers on the stage. It was a heady feeling.
That evening was the first time I realized what it meant to feel the mood and emotion of a collective group of people. I’m sure I’ve done it all my life, but never understood it. Since then I’ve been able to recognize a few other times when I’ve felt the emotions of a group collectively.
Like Mondays. Mondays are hard days. There are a world of people not wanting to go back to work for the week. The number of people feeling the same emotion make it that much stronger. On Monday when it’s hard to get motivated to go to work, I have to wonder, is it really that I don’t want to go or am I feeling it from people the world over?
This explains why national and international events affect me and other empaths much harder than other people. We feel our own reaction, and we feel the reactions of so many other peole we never even met.
If, for just one day, the entire world felt sincere peace and love, I think I might die of sheer happiness.